Hunched over, concentration. Concentration full of ache.So full, focus wanes, and my mind wanders to all the little could have beens.Kid…
Aflutter, as they say. A little taste of spring. Christmas is over, and a whole New Year will follow.A year of change. A year of upheaval…
Sing your heart song and joy will find you
This night is young, but I am not,So I go now to bed.But I’ll be long awake beforeYou lift your sweet young head.
Fight ageing? No, I don’t believe I will.I don’t quite understand this “over the hill,”But in these sixty-odd years I have…